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Every
year
a
kid
’
s
going
to
vanish
.
They
’
ll
come
sniffing
about
here
.
Just
like
they
’
ll
come
looking
for
me
.
Tell
me
—
how
old
are
you
?
"
He
curled
his
fingers
around
a
sofa
cushion
,
and
prepared
to
pull
it
over
his
head
:
it
would
deflect
a
first
blow
.
Hinzelmann
’
s
face
was
expressionless
.
"
They
were
giving
their
children
to
me
before
the
Romans
came
to
the
Black
Forest
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
was
a
god
before
ever
I
was
a
kobold
.
"
"
Maybe
it
’
s
time
to
move
on
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
wondered
what
a
kobold
was
.
Hinzelmann
stared
at
him
.
Then
he
took
the
poker
,
and
pushed
the
tip
of
it
back
into
the
burning
embers
.
"
Maybe
it
is
,
at
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
it
’
s
not
that
simple
.
What
makes
you
think
I
can
leave
this
town
,
even
if
I
want
to
,
Shadow
?
I
’
m
part
of
this
town
.
You
going
to
make
me
go
,
Shadow
?
You
ready
to
kill
me
?
So
I
can
leave
?
"
Shadow
looked
down
at
the
floor
.
There
were
still
glimmers
and
sparks
in
the
carpet
,
where
the
poker
-
tip
had
rested
.
Hinzelmann
followed
the
look
with
his
own
,
and
crushed
the
embers
out
with
his
foot
,
twisting
.
In
Shadow
’
s
mind
came
,
unbidden
,
children
,
hundreds
of
them
,
staring
at
him
with
bone
-
blind
eyes
,
the
hair
twisting
slowly
around
their
faces
like
fronds
of
seaweed
.
They
were
looking
at
him
reproachfully
.
He
knew
that
he
was
letting
them
down
.
He
just
didn
’
t
know
what
else
to
do
.
Shadow
said
,
"
I
can
’
t
kill
you
.
You
saved
my
life
.
"
He
shook
his
head
.
He
felt
like
crap
,
in
every
way
he
could
feel
like
crap
.
He
didn
’
t
feel
like
a
hero
or
a
detective
any
more
—
just
another
fucking
sell
-
out
,
waving
a
stern
finger
at
the
darkness
before
turning
his
back
on
it
.
"
You
want
to
know
a
secret
?
"
asked
Hinzelmann
.
